HE WAITS, SEETHING // BLOOMING | WEEKLY TASKS

[Wolfsbane]

[align=center][div style="width:500px;text-align:justify; line-height: 110%;"]A couple hours had passed since Wolfsbane had hosted the meeting, addressing both familiar and unfamiliar faces alike. The rugged man was now outside the hotel, nearby the city’s cemetery, a place of great respect and cultivation. Although the group had expanded in numbers, it still needed to be maintained in an equally growing manner. To solve this issue, here Bane stood, ready to dole out some tasks for the city dwellers to accomplish.

”Weekly tasks are being held here,” The druglord announced, running a calloused hand over his jawline, tracing the end and beginning of his peppered colored beard. Golden eyes glowed in the bask of the evening sun, skin warm, the edges of orange light illuminating his form and those around him as they gathered.

”Speak up if you’d like to be assigned a task, and-slash-or help with giving out invitations,” He paused, going over the scenes in his head, before adding, ”Keep in mind you are not permitted to unnerve our potential allies if giving out invites. I don’t want to hear stories of you scaring the children there.” It just seemed necessary for the leader to say so, having gotten to know many of the group members to be troublesome in that department. Despite his warning tone, there were traces of humor interwoven, like a tired father of a regularly hyperactive child.